Poet's Corner:
Life

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Ghost:: Here's a poem that I wrote. It's called, simply, "Life".
(Space Ghost clears his throat loudly and disgustingly)
Life is a game. Life is a dance.
Life is a nice pair of courduroy pants.
So when you're in trouble, just keep this in mind:
Never stop trying, and watch your behind.
Zorak:: That's deep.
Ghost:: It rhymes, too!
Zorak:: I noticed! You know, I myself have written a poem. It's called "Chubby Chubby Choo-Choo". Eh, should I read it?
Ghost:: I can only think of about ten thousand reasons why you shouldn't.
Zorak:: A-ahem.
Chubby Chubby Choo-Choo, coming down the track
Belching smoke and cinders, turns my blue sky black.
I wave to the jolly conductor, but the bozo don't wave back!
Get outta here, Chubby Choo-Choo, you're bummin' out Zorak.

True story.
Ghost:: Did da Chubby Chubby Choo-Choo make Zorak sadsy-sadsy-wadsy?
Zorak:: Yeah, sure, right! I give and give and give and I just get it thrown back in my face! Baaaah!
(Zorak boings out of frame)